Home sweet home

Blogging was light in the past couple of weeks because I was holidaying in India. One week in Indore with my 'Maushi' (mom's sister) and her family and another relaxing week in Mumbai and Pune and my holiday was over too soon.
This stay in India has convinced me that I am spending my youth in the wrong place. India seemed so 'on the move' and happening, and in Dubai, I spend most of my days sitting in front of a computer screen...not exactly the most ideal way to utilise ones youth!
Actually, this happens to me everytime. Each time I go to India for a holiday, I fall in love with my 'matrubhoomi' all over again. And then I don't feel like leaving. But in this visit, the feeling was particularly strong.
My father was in the Air Force and the associated itinerant lifestyle meant that we did not live in one city for more than 2 years. By this measure, I reached my par in Dubai a while ago and this itinerant instinct must be pushing me to sprout wings.